I walk decrepit streets
A stranger in the night
They see me, shut their blinds
Damning me upon sight
Shadows dancing in patterns
I am feared around here
Whispers never once heard
All their secrets held dear

I am the cursed, the condemned
Petals falling from rusted stems
This is the place I once called home
Now all the memories are gone

Strange faces pass me by
No familiar names
This town is but a ghost
And yet it seems the same
A single light goes by
Reflected in the pane
Already come and gone
A hope now but a stain

at first it made me think you were one of the damned, a creature of the night.. get what i mean? but then you switched it around and made the town seem damned. and im a firm believer in not all poetry has to rhyme. i really feel that its all about how it makes you feel, and this made me feel alone. so goodjob:)